Elena Gallagher Lopez Novels & Stories

Elena felt herself relaxing, her worries melting away as she enjoyed the tranquil surroundings. Liam broke the silence by asking Elena about her work at Nixon Tech. Elena hesitated for a moment, recalling her bad experience at the company. However, she felt comfortable enough with Liam to open up about it. She told him about Isabella, the woman who had caused her and her best friend Scarlett to lose their jobs. She spoke about how she had been denied the opportunity to showcase her software herself to the public, despite her hard work and dedication.

Agent Zoe said as she led the way inside. Elena walked into the fancy sitting room and met Mr. Bellos, for the first time in her life. Agent Zoe bowed at Mr. Bellos and left. "Good day Mr. Bellos" Elena said to him as he dropped the glass of liquor he was holding on a mini stool. "And you are?" He asked trying to recall where he met the little girl. He walked up to her, placing his right hand inside his pocket. "Elena Gilbert" she said as he smirked.

I said, startling them both. One of them widened her eyes. “Holy shit, that’s Gavin Landry,” she said, her voice raspy with fear and shock. “The most powerful Lycan Chairman?” The other one asked, her eyes just as wide. “Yes…” The first girl said, her voice coming out barely above a whisper now. “I’ve seen him in magazines…” “And is that Eliza Pierce?” The other asked. “She’s one of the best doctors in the world. What is she doing in a small hospital like this?”

“Well? Are you going to introduce us properly, or should I just read her file?” “You have her file?” Nyx said. “Of course I have your file. I have everyone’s file. Vane thinks he’s the strategist in this family, but he learned it from watching me.” Liora set down her glass. “Nyx Zelene. Orphaned at birth, cycled through seventeen foster homes, learned to speak multiple languages because moving required communication. Survived three attempts on your life that you probably don’t even know were attempts. Currently in possession of a fake credit card under the name Elena Moreau and approximately five thousand euros in emergency cash.”

Friendzone her. "Rita, why are you sitting at the last?" Suddenly two females come in our line, eyeing between me and Rita. "Shelly, this is Ethan. Today is his first day and session in our office.” Her friends sit beside her while passing their flirtatious smiles to me. Oh, no... I am already allergic to bitches. Not today Satan. I'll do your rituals every weekend, but not today, please. "Hi Ethan, I am-" Her petite voice sinks below the loud noise coming from the crowd, all reporters rush towards the gate like an orgasm. I try to get up from the chair to see who entered.

"You're disrupting traditional power structures. Helping smaller packs modernize, stay independent. The old guard doesn't appreciate that." Elena moved to the window, studying the city below. "Let them look. They'll find what everyone finds…nothing before three years ago. Elena Cross emerged fully formed, like Athena from Zeus's head." "That's what worries me. No one's that clean. It raises more questions than answers." "Sometimes, Lily, the best defence is to be so obviously hiding something that people assume they already know what it is. They'll create their own theories…witness protection, corporate espionage, tragic past. None will approach the truth."

she repeated, surprised. Elena nodded, tense, waiting for Ms. Jessica's answer. "Oh, Miss Hazel with the brown eyes, yes!" Ms. Jessica said enthusiastically. Elena grew more excited, nodding emphatically. "Oh, she comes here often, but I'm not sure what she does for work," Ms. Jessica explained, which made Elena frown again. "Huh, what do you mean, ma'am?" Elena asked, confused. "Well, they say she's a secret agent, miss!" Ms. Jessica said, now speaking in the fluent style of women her age.

She took a breath and let it out, then took another, and nodded at Lila. “Go.” Lila held the phone up and the red dot came on. “My name is Elena Cruz. Most of you already know that. Or you think you do. I have spent a year listening to people talk about my life. About what I have done and what I have not done. Right from the incident with Ethan which was clearly an act of self defense I was bullied for having the strength to protect myself. Then the discourse moved to my situation with Dr. Hale” She lifted her head.

"So, who was in my penthouse, Marcus?" "Layla has a twin," Marcus said, swiping the screen to show a grainy DMV photo. "Elena Vance. She’s a freelance graphic designer. No criminal record, no debt to Silas Vane, and almost zero digital footprint. She doesn't attend galas. She doesn't do 'lifestyles of the rich and famous.' She lives in a studio apartment in the East Side." Julian leaned over the desk, his eyes fixated on the photo. It was a sterile, poorly lit shot, but the eyes were unmistakable. They were the same wide, expressive eyes that had looked at him with such raw honesty through the silver filigree.